Jane Doe

I watched her changing once
Lazily staring out my window
My mind on auto-pilot
(A failing of mine perhaps)
She was an inspiration
Of how many dreams
(Day and otherwise)
I won't admit to
I watched in silent amazement
And truly wondered if she were real
Her body was a soft blur
I very nearly refused to remain
"Too nice"
(I allowed my glasses to remain
Where I'd set them
Next to my book of Sonnets)
But still I stared
Struck by her easy movement
In the sunlight which edged
Into her room
And dared to do
What I could never do
Touch her skin
Caress her neck
Her arms breast stomach
Her thighs
Down to her knees
Making her glow to a burn
Which etched her form
Solidly
Into my mind